Kiss of Love

Marriages are tough to manage and if it is an Indian marriage, God be with you. Aniket was looking for his one chance since morning to kiss Kaajal whereas she had kept herself busy with something or the other, and necessarily so. Managing the wedding of your younger sister is no small task. Each and every relative has to be given the highest level of importance or else the taunts shall be made at the poor wedding planning for at least a decade. In some cases, those were the kids of the couple getting married who grew up enough to tell the grown-ups to stop acting childish. Kaajal didn’t want to be blamed for anything. She was making sure every guest was well fed because, logically, that is what Indian weddings are all about. Continue reading

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The Roommate Chronicles – Latest Roomie

What pisses me off the most is when people do not do their designated work. If someone so loves to stand out of the system, one should act like a rebel. Rebels I love, lazy asses I hate to the core of my heart. All sorts of weird things have happened with me in the last few days. Yes, there is a certain limit after which you just cannot control the good or bad from happening, but there has to be a certain limit defined to stop the bullshit as well. I love the place where I live and I love the place where I work for a common reason: the degree of silence is pretty high at both the places. I can hear ants crawling in my room and I can listen to what is happening at the ground floor from my office at the first floor. I am a peace lover, well physically. Mentally, I am in a rush all the time. Continue reading